I almost ask who, his excitement and our reprieve here in Wick momentarily erasing the reason for the dash across the Atlantic. But then I realize, and I ken exactly who he’s found.
“Where?” I ask, my teeth on edge, grinding together.
“England. He’s probably in Carlisle by now.”
If the fucker followed from all the way across the pond, it willnae be long before he’s in Wick, knocking on our door.
Hugging the boy to me, I bury my head in his mop o' curls and let his scent fill my senses. Sighing, I ken what must be done, but I ken it will be a fight. As much as he’s gonna want to come with me, I ken I must send him away. I want that fucking evil bastard as far away from Tavish as possible.
“Are ye sure it’s him?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah. It’s him. I have him on surveillance cameras entering the country and on the M6 between Manchester and Carlisle.”
I nod. After a moment, I stand up, forcing a squeal from him as he wraps his arms and legs around me. Instead o’ putting him down I carry him out o' the study and up the stairs to our bedchamber. If the evil bastard is in Carlisle, then I dinnae have a lot o' time to get Tavish somewhere safe.
I stride through the castle, Tavish wrapped around me like a spider monkey. It isnae the first time it has happened so the staff that we pass along the way smirk and giggle at the two o’ usand our antics. They’re well used to seeing Tavish clinging to me as I storm through the halls like we are now.
Once I have him in our bedroom, I slam the door behind me and sit the boy on the bed, kneeling in front o' him. I cup his face, staring into his dark eyes, trying to memorize every gorgeous feature. Fear and rage swirl within me, making my hands shake, and my heart skips a beat.
"Daddy, what's the matter?"
Unable to bring myself to answer him, I surge forward, capturing his lips. My tongue sips at his mouth, begging for entry. He opens for me, and his tongue pushes forward, wrapping around mine in a dance that we've mastered since our first kiss months ago.
As I lose myself in him, my brain focuses on the task ahead. I can already see myself sharpening my axes. I can feel their weight in my hands. The movement o' my muscles as I swing them. I want nothing more than to watch his head drop from Samuel’s shoulders and splatter cross the ground, drenching us both in his blood.
I push Tavish onto his back, stripping the boy o’ his clothes. As wonderful as his kisses are, I need more. I need all o' him. I want to lose myself in the haze o’ lust and need that he always drowns me in. His screams and cries o’ pleasure live in my mind constantly, but I need it filling my head and this room, blocking out everything else around us. I'd give anything to have more time with him, but I ken I dinnae have it. I’m on borrowed time.
When he’s naked before me, I fetch the lube from the drawer, opening his ass with my fingers as I suck his cock. With my free hand, I open my pants, and drizzle lube over my dick, slicking myself up. Time is o’ the essence and I dinnae want to hurt the boy I’ve come to love.
Gasping around his dick, I pull away from him, as the word I never believed I’d claim as mine own fills my head and soul.As sudden as the label to the feelings that’ve been building since the first time I laid eyes on the lad feels, I ken the truth o' it and them. I love him. He’s burrowed his way into my heart and soul. He’s under my skin, and iffn the need to protect him before wasnae enough reason to make sure Samuel meets the devil, then admitting I love the boy most certainly is.
“Draven…” Tavish gasps, yanking me out o' my head and back into reality.
Pulling off my shirt and shoving my pants over my ass, I crawl over the boy, sinking my cock into his ass as our mouths find one another again. Our tongues mimic the movements below as we writhe together on the bed, fucking each other fast and hard, then slow and well, that’s hard too, but nae frantic.
We edge each other closer and closer toward the orgasms we’ve been chasing and running from simultaneously, trying our damnedest to prolong the pleasure. That is until I peg Tavish just right. His blunt nails scrape across my back as his cock erupts between us. Cum flies from the tip, drenching us both in his climax. The walls o' his ass flutter and clench round me, spasming and milking the orgasm from within me, pulling it out o' me. I roar as wave after wave o' pleasure washes over me until I’m drained.
Collapsing on top o' him, I gather him into my arms, relishing the feel o’ him against me. I roll onto my back, kicking off my pants as I settle him on my chest. Our hearts thunder in our chests as if they are beating a drum against one another. As my breath calms, I try to think o’ what to say to him, so he will do as I ask while I chase the bane of our existence.
Open my mouth, I try to force the words past my lips, but he shakes his head, stopping me.
“Please, Daddy. Don’t send me away.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TAVISH
The minutehe stands up from his chair in the study, I know what is coming. I know what he feels must happen. I’m not even shocked when he carries me upstairs and tosses me on the bed. When he makes love to me, I can’t deny him. I would give the man anything. Everything. And he knows it.
He’s not one to take advantage of that knowledge, at least not usually. I know, though, that this will be different. He will use my feelings for him and his loss of Simon against me. I cannot even blame him. I can say that I wouldn’t do the same if the situation were reversed because I know I would. Even now, all I want is to protect him and keep him safe. He is the air I breathe, the sun in my sky, but I cannot leave him to face this alone.
When we are lying together, letting our breaths calm from the frantic pace we reached while fucking each other, I watch him closely. I can see the indecision and struggle taking place in his blue eyes. Hope flairs when the storm raging in his depths settles, but then he opens his mouth. Refusing to let him push me away, I beg, “Please, Daddy. Don’t send me away.”
Moisture gathers in his gaze, but he blinks it away, and he says to me, “I must. I must protect ye and I cannae do that if yearenae somewhere safe. I promise ye I will strike him from this world, and I will come for ye.”
“But I can help you,” I whine.
“Och, aye, ye could, but ye willnae.”
